As you know, We've been working real hard in our town to get
prayer back in our schools. Finally, the school board approved a
plan of teacher-led prayer with the children participating at
their own option. Children not wishing to participate were to
be allowed to stand out in the hallway during prayer time. We
hoped someone would sue us so we could go all the way to the
supreme court and get the old devil-inspired ruling reversed.
Naturally, we were all excited by the school board action. As
you know, our own little Billy (not so little, any more though)
is now in the second grade. Of course, Margaret and I explained
to him no matter what the other kids did, he was going to stay
in the classroom and participate.
After the first day of school, I asked him "how did the
prayer time go?"
"Fine.
"Did many kids go out into the hallway?"
"Two.
"Excellent. How did you like your teachers prayer?"
"It was different, dad. Real different from the way you pray."
"Oh? Like how?"
"She said,'Hail Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners...'"
The next day I talked with the principal. I politely explained
I wasn't prejudiced against Catholics but I would appreciate
Billy being transferred to a non-Catholic teacher. The
principal said it would be done right away.
At supper that evening I asked Billy to say the blessings. He
slipped out of his chair, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes,
raised his hand palms up in the air and began to hum.
You'd better believe I was at the principal's office at eight
o'clock the next morning. "Look," I said. 'I don't really know
much about these Transcendental Meditationists, but I would feel
a lot more comfortable If you could move Billy to a room where
the teacher practices an older, more established religion.
That afternoon I met Billy as soon as he walked in the door
after school.
"I don't think you're going to like Mrs. Nakasone's prayer,
either, Dad."
"Out with it."
"She kept calling O Great Buddha..."
The following morning I was waiting for the principal in the
school parking lot.
"Look, I don't want my son praying to the Eternal Spirit of
whatever to Buddha. I want him to have a teacher who prays in
Jesus' name!"
"What about Bertha Smith?"
"Excellent."
I could hardly wait to hear about Mrs. Smith's prayer. I was
standing on the front steps of the school when the final bell
rang.
"Well?" I asked Billy as we walked towards the car.
"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"Mrs. Smith asked God to bless us and ended her prayer in Jesus'
name, amen just like you."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Now we're getting some place."
"She even taught us a verse of scripture about prayer," said
Billy.
I beamed. "Wonderful. What was the verse?"
"Lets see..." he mused for a moment. "And behold, they began to
pray; and they did pray unto Jesus, calling him their Lord and
their God."
We had reached the car. "Fantastic," I said reaching for the
door handle. Then paused. I couldn't place the scripture.
"Billy, did Mrs. Smith say what book that verse was from?"
"Third Nephi, chapter 19, verse 18."
"Nephi what?"
"Nephi," he said. "It's in the Book of Mormon.
The school board doesn't meet for a month. I've given Billy
very definite instructions that at prayer time each day he's to
go out into the hallway. I plan to be at that board meeting. If
they don't do something about this situation, I'LL sue. I'LL
take it all the way to the Supreme Court if I have to. I don't
need schools or anybody else teaching my son about religion. We
can take care of that ourselves at home and at church, thank
you very much.